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'
Tamb
'
Itam
took
the
paddle
from
Jim
's
hands
,
it
being
unseemly
that
he
should
sit
while
his
lord
paddled
.
When
they
reached
the
other
shore
his
master
forbade
him
to
come
any
farther
;
but
Tamb
'
Itam
did
follow
him
at
a
distance
,
walking
up
the
slope
to
Doramin
's
campong
.
'
It
was
beginning
to
grow
dark
.
Torches
twinkled
here
and
there
.
Those
they
met
seemed
awestruck
,
and
stood
aside
hastily
to
let
Jim
pass
.
The
wailing
of
women
came
from
above
.
The
courtyard
was
full
of
armed
Bugis
with
their
followers
,
and
of
Patusan
people
.
'
I
do
not
know
what
this
gathering
really
meant
.
Were
these
preparations
for
war
,
or
for
vengeance
,
or
to
repulse
a
threatened
invasion
?
Many
days
elapsed
before
the
people
had
ceased
to
look
out
,
quaking
,
for
the
return
of
the
white
men
with
long
beards
and
in
rags
,
whose
exact
relation
to
their
own
white
man
they
could
never
understand
.
Even
for
those
simple
minds
poor
Jim
remains
under
a
cloud
.
'
Doramin
,
alone
!
immense
and
desolate
,
sat
in
his
arm-chair
with
the
pair
of
flintlock
pistols
on
his
knees
,
faced
by
a
armed
throng
.
When
Jim
appeared
,
at
somebody
's
exclamation
,
all
the
heads
turned
round
together
,
and
then
the
mass
opened
right
and
left
,
and
he
walked
up
a
lane
of
averted
glances
.
Whispers
followed
him
;
murmurs
:
"
He
has
worked
all
the
evil
.
"
"
He
hath
a
charm
.
"
...
He
heard
them
--
perhaps
!
'
When
he
came
up
into
the
light
of
torches
the
wailing
of
the
women
ceased
suddenly
.
Doramin
did
not
lift
his
head
,
and
Jim
stood
silent
before
him
for
a
time
.
Then
he
looked
to
the
left
,
and
moved
in
that
direction
with
measured
steps
.
Dain
Waris
's
mother
crouched
at
the
head
of
the
body
,
and
the
grey
dishevelled
hair
concealed
her
face
.
Jim
came
up
slowly
,
looked
at
his
dead
friend
,
lifting
the
sheet
,
than
dropped
it
without
a
word
.
Slowly
he
walked
back
.
"'
He
came
!
He
came
!
"
was
running
from
lip
to
lip
,
making
a
murmur
to
which
he
moved
.
"
He
hath
taken
it
upon
his
own
head
,
"
a
voice
said
aloud
.
He
heard
this
and
turned
to
the
crowd
.
"
Yes
.
Upon
my
head
.
"
A
few
people
recoiled
.
Jim
waited
awhile
before
Doramin
,
and
then
said
gently
,
"
I
am
come
in
sorrow
.
"
He
waited
again
.
"
I
am
come
ready
and
unarmed
,
"
he
repeated
.
'
The
unwieldy
old
man
,
lowering
his
big
forehead
like
an
ox
under
a
yoke
,
made
an
effort
to
rise
,
clutching
at
the
flintlock
pistols
on
his
knees
.
From
his
throat
came
gurgling
,
choking
,
inhuman
sounds
,
and
his
two
attendants
helped
him
from
behind
.
People
remarked
that
the
ring
which
he
had
dropped
on
his
lap
fell
and
rolled
against
the
foot
of
the
white
man
,
and
that
poor
Jim
glanced
down
at
the
talisman
that
had
opened
for
him
the
door
of
fame
,
love
,
and
success
within
the
wall
of
forests
fringed
with
white
foam
,
within
the
coast
that
under
the
western
sun
looks
like
the
very
stronghold
of
the
night
.
Doramin
,
struggling
to
keep
his
feet
,
made
with
his
two
supporters
a
swaying
,
tottering
group
;
his
little
eyes
stared
with
an
expression
of
mad
pain
,
of
rage
,
with
a
ferocious
glitter
,
which
the
bystanders
noticed
;
and
then
,
while
Jim
stood
stiffened
and
with
bared
head
in
the
light
of
torches
,
looking
him
straight
in
the
face
,
he
clung
heavily
with
his
left
arm
round
the
neck
of
a
bowed
youth
,
and
lifting
deliberately
his
right
,
shot
his
son
's
friend
through
the
chest
.
'
The
crowd
,
which
had
fallen
apart
behind
Jim
as
soon
as
Doramin
had
raised
his
hand
,
rushed
tumultuously
forward
after
the
shot
.
